I only wish to reconpense,
Though undeserving and unfit.
Every little luck,
I would give them all up,
Just for that one pure kiss.
His pure sweet bride,
I long to be.
His, and his alone.
All pure sweet brides,
I envy thee.
For you posses,
The most immaculate of gifts
Most coveted of all my dreams,
The lily fields of continence.
Eternally I will be
Sorrowing my stains
And grieving my lost gifts,
Never to be given again.